He loved it, the way it hit back at him. The winds, always trying to retaliate against his now motionless self. This side of the city was beautiful, silent and dark with the waves crashing against the cliffs. But the heart is the real thing that was being slammed over and over again, never bracing for impact. He just sat there for hours, watching midnight bleed into sunrise as he was lost in his own chain of thoughts. And as the skies cleared out, everything made sense now. It was a new dawn.